An Old World Revolution Is

Life Is A Thin Narrowness Of Taken-for-granted, A Plank Over A Canyon In A Fog.

One Thing I Hate About The New Deal Is That It Is Killing What, To Me, Is The American Pioneering Spirit. I Simply Do Not Know What To Tell My Own Boys, Leaving School And Confronting This New World Whose Ideal Is Security And Whose Practice Is Dependence Upon Government Instead Of Upon One's Self. All The Old Character-values Seem Simply Insane From A Practical Point Of View; The Self-reliant, The Independent, The Courageous Man Is Penalized From Every Direction.

I'm Not "filled With My Art". I Ain't Got No Art. I've Got Only A Kind Of Craftsman's Skill, And Make Stories As I Make Biscuits Or Embroider Underwear Or Wrap Up Packages.

I So Much Like Real Things - The Realities That Come Naturally From The Depths Of Us Like - What Shall I Say? - The Way Trees Grow, From Some Inner Essential Principle Of Them, Just Expressing Itself.

That Way Of Life Against Which My Generation Rebelled Had Given Us Grim Courage, Fortitude, Self-discipline, A Sense Of Individual Responsibility, And A Capacity For Relentless Hard Work.